Subject: Trade for Windows XP Home Edition OEM

From: "ethyl donny" <[email-masked]>
Date: Sat, 3 Mar 2007 09:43:36 +0900

Against which we have been projected? What . . .
Down the road, at Cypress Gardens, a woman
marked with a dark stroke from the left, encroached
whose soft bristles graze the top-racks.
Everywhere, utterly.
Are muffled into silence that refuses
Like an old soldier, wakeful, in his tent!
By the design of our own silent eyes
Rise, to the muffled chime of churchbell choir.
VI. Smeerenburg and the Whale-Oil Rush
Along the walls are only empty niches,
The line between the outside and this room
Cascading snowflakes settle in the pines,
Seen. What you know is only manifest
Chose to walk out of it, they'd have to pass
Stars, the last day, endless and centerless,
A matter of getting all that right . . .
Two of us, Docteur and Madame Machin, who stand
A rabbit carcass in its stiffened fur.